Post by alexriddle4 on May 28, 2013 13:57:42 GMT -5
Prologue
Prince Gorman sat upon his father's lap, as just a four year-old boy. "Father," the boy said, "why is it that you summon me at such a random time?" The prince had already been taught to be proper, and how to speak. His father pat him on the shoulder, putting down his scepter against the left arm of his grand throne made of red velvet, and silver. He lifted the boy with him as he stood.
"It is time you learn what it is to be a prince." His father said in a gentle, but broad tone.
"But, father, I have already took classes," the little boy was confused. "What more is there?"
"My dash is becoming shorter and shorter as the days go by. Soon, I will die, and you must take my throne." He paused, looking at the four year-old, to assure himself of his son's comprehension of the subject. The prince nodded.
"Father, you are eternal. You may never die-" the boy began, but was interrupted by his father.
"Just because I am a king does not make me immortal. Child, I will die, whether I want to or not. Only God may decide my faith."
The boy said nothing. "It will be fine," his father continued. "As a matter of fact, the heavy responsibility of me ruling a kingdom will no longer be necessary. I will be relaxed, feeling better than ever. And there, I will be immortal."
"So, I will be in power one day?"
King Gorman nodded. "Very much so."
The boy had a twinkle in his eye. It was not unusual for a child of such age to see power like that. "This may all seem odd to you, son, but you must find a companion to reign with you. A wife. A queen. Like your mother."
"Mother has already passed, father. I do not want someone who will die," the boy said. His father chuckled at his young stupidity.
"Once more, everyone dies. No one lives forever." He placed the child on the floor and kissed him good night.
"See you tomorrow for breakfast, father," said the boy, running down the long corridor, making a turn to the stairs which lead to his room.
A tear rolled down King Gorman's cheek while he watched his child.
Prince Gorman sat upon his father's lap, as just a four year-old boy. "Father," the boy said, "why is it that you summon me at such a random time?" The prince had already been taught to be proper, and how to speak. His father pat him on the shoulder, putting down his scepter against the left arm of his grand throne made of red velvet, and silver. He lifted the boy with him as he stood.
"It is time you learn what it is to be a prince." His father said in a gentle, but broad tone.
"But, father, I have already took classes," the little boy was confused. "What more is there?"
"My dash is becoming shorter and shorter as the days go by. Soon, I will die, and you must take my throne." He paused, looking at the four year-old, to assure himself of his son's comprehension of the subject. The prince nodded.
"Father, you are eternal. You may never die-" the boy began, but was interrupted by his father.
"Just because I am a king does not make me immortal. Child, I will die, whether I want to or not. Only God may decide my faith."
The boy said nothing. "It will be fine," his father continued. "As a matter of fact, the heavy responsibility of me ruling a kingdom will no longer be necessary. I will be relaxed, feeling better than ever. And there, I will be immortal."
"So, I will be in power one day?"
King Gorman nodded. "Very much so."
The boy had a twinkle in his eye. It was not unusual for a child of such age to see power like that. "This may all seem odd to you, son, but you must find a companion to reign with you. A wife. A queen. Like your mother."
"Mother has already passed, father. I do not want someone who will die," the boy said. His father chuckled at his young stupidity.
"Once more, everyone dies. No one lives forever." He placed the child on the floor and kissed him good night.
"See you tomorrow for breakfast, father," said the boy, running down the long corridor, making a turn to the stairs which lead to his room.
A tear rolled down King Gorman's cheek while he watched his child.